Shh!
The golden light on Ethan Smith's body shattered, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
If he hadn't escaped at the absolute limit of speed, Harold Sithur's power of the stars would probably have seriously injured him.
"I've spent nearly ten thousand years to comprehend the Path of Heaven, and right now the power of the stars is the mightiest. What can you possibly use to challenge me?"
Harold Sithur smiled lightly, looking calm on the surface, but in truth, his heart was already shaken.
You have to understand, the Path of the Stars is his strongest attack, yet after consuming an immense amount of spiritual energy for two blows, he still hadn't managed to kill Ethan Smith.
"Can you shut your damn mouth? If you're scared, then get lost already."
Ethan Smith wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.
"You don't even know if you'll live or die. Spiritual energy exhausted, body seriously injured—just what are you going to use to fight me?"
